| April 16, 2009 | Filled under Internerd |
Apparently there is a whole subculture of people who like to dress and act like pirates, for fun. They’re like furries, I guess. But with eye patches.
Galveston Island once had it’s own bona-fide pirate, pictured above. His name was Jean Lafitte.
And they’ve talked on the phone a handful of times. Oguchi called after Sept. 11 to make sure Otto and her family were safe, and Otto reciprocated after the earthquake and tsunami in Japan a little more than a year ago.Pen pals since 1949 meet up for the first time. So touching.
There is no greater happiness for a man than approaching a door at the end of a day knowing someone on the other side of that door is waiting for the sound of his footsteps.Marriage advice from Ronald Reagan, via Letters of Note
Learn How To Be a Starfucking Superfox!
Sigh. Anybody remember Groupie Central?
32 years ago at 7:22 a.m. Central Time I was born at Presbyterian Hospital in Oklahoma City. Birthdays on a Wednesday suck. I mean, how to celebrate?